Oh! Devine tree with thy boundless bounty
Stands
on poor man’s garden majestically
Spreading
thy branches, cool and shady
That’s
the ‘KOS’ tree, poor man’s deity
As
one of eight in a large family
Ravenous,
gormandisers kids were we
Feeding
us with an income very measly
Meal
time was one uproar and melee
Save
for the ‘KOS’ tree we never went hungry
For
boiled ‘KOS’ with ‘POL’ filled our tummies
‘VELA’
‘ WARAKA’ a dessert tastes like honey
Cannot
man live contended with ‘KOS’ only.?
Mothers
to lactate and in pregnancy
Doctors
advice to eat ‘KOS’ in plenty
To
bring forth babies bony and healthy
To
serve this blessed Island steadfastly
Oldsters,
under the shade of the ‘KOS’ tree
Gossip
and gulp down pots of bubbling toddy
With
boiled ‘Kos’ and green chillies
Do
angels enjoy such happiness so heavenly
Though
some fashionables scorn outwardly
Roasted
devilled ‘Kos Eta’ goes well with whisky
Ladies
and children relish them for they taste milky
Savoury
‘Polos Embula’ pride of housewives culinary
Blood
in our veins from ‘KOS’ runs in our family
Made
men to face the world in any calamity
Whatever
others say of ‘KOS’ I boastfully say
‘KOS
TREE’ I worship thee, you are my deity
G.A.D.Sirimal
